I’m just beginning my first 8.5 x 11 scrapbook after years of only 12 x 12.

My husband and I met through the personal ads.

I want to buy an old house and bring it back to life. Preferebly this would be a farmhouse in France. (oohhh…maybe I could buy an old chateau…).

I’ve held a Nobel Prize for medicine.

I speak fluent French and wanted to be a French professor. I suppose I still may.

You can’t keep me away from my shells and cheese.

I’ll fight you for the driver’s seat of any car. I hate to be passenger.

I really would like to learn how to fly an airplane.

I’ve wanted to write a book since I was nine.

I’m doing my best right now to convince my husband I need a dRebel in order to survive. Somehow he thinks I can survive without it. If I shrivel due to lack of an excellent camera he’ll know he was wrong.

I used to be a terrible nail-biter, but was able to overcome it. My nails aren’t perfect now, but I can scratch an itch.